Sunday, March 12, 2006
steal my heart with every note you play

we didn't get to watch munich. ughhh. i really wanted to watch it. as much as i wanted to watch the constant gardener, brokeback mountain and all the rest of them. and now i'll never get the chance to, because they won't be screening after blocks. ahh, life. murphy's law. but we did watch underworld: evolution or whatever it is. the vampires were kinda ugly in vampiric form. i prefer the way they look in interview with a vampire - fangs on a human face are just so sexy, no? and then the obligatory romance. then again i rather like the idea of loving the enemy. but the bit where he comes alive is so agitating! i mean, he's dead!! stay dead, can't you?? but nooo he has to use the ultimate pickup line: 'hi honey, i'm back from the dead' (in not so many words). it's very exasperating. i thought he'd die and stay dead and she'd be bitter and angsty forevermore. kinda like van helsing. hmm. which brings me back to the point.. kate beckinsale is so hot. how the heck she manages to fit into all that skin-tight leather and still move, is beyond me. and her eyes (when they're black. the blue irises scare me) and those red lips, and the slant of her cheekbones.. sigh, so hot. the guy wasn't too bad either, typical mr nice guy. i guess my favourite part was when he splashed paint can by can on the tall, high windows to block out the sunlight so it wouldn't burn her. if someone did that for me, i'd marry him. okay, maybe not. but still, there's a thought.

incidentally, i discovered today that more little boys aged seven know how to tie thumb knots, versus little girls of the same age. and they tie the knots a whole lot more violently too. i started thinking back to the little boy who taught me how to tie a bow when i was pretty young, about five or six, and how i never forgot that incident. then i started wondering if any of the little girls fancied any of the little boys, and after much observation, decided that little girls aren't above mild fancying. now now, don't assume that seven years old is too young. girls start early. really. a couple of them seemed to be fighting to stand next to this little boy with huge dark sparkling eyes (i am not kidding, they sparkle, don't ask me how, maybe a fairy waved stardust over him at his birth, i don't know) and dark skin. he's really adorable! serious-looking and quiet, nods and smiles a lot. not like the little devils i sometimes end up chasing around the classroom in my heels. i can't remember what i was like at seven, although i remember what went on around me, the colour of the sunset every evening and the exact path i used to cycle down. isn't that funny?

i'm still crazy about spanish guitar. it's been on repeat. somehow, it's the way she sings it so longingly, yearningly, wistfully.. 'i wish you'd hold me in your arms like that spanish guitar.. but you don't even know i exist'.. ah, the pangs of unrequited love! it brings me back to my point about there being econs in romance. requited love is a lot like barter trading; it requires a double coincidence of wants. hahaha okay i came to that conclusion last week when i was reading the notes on money and simultaneously marveling over the sheer number of couples i know. life's a big fat joke, keeping laughing and maybe you'll lose some weight.
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